He kissed Summer Thorne until it hurt.
The gulf of unfamiliarity between them had long since been crossed, so she could clearly anticipate where things were headed.
Summer Thorne struggled to break free from his lips, panting slightly as she asked, "You're not leaving?"
"Do you want me to leave?" Timothy York asked.
Without a second thought, Summer Thorne took the initiative and kissed him again, her actions speaking louder than words.
That one kiss stumbled its way from the entryway to the bedroom.
Summer Thorne had originally thought it would be like the last two times.
After all, she was just as unprepared this time.
But that wasn't the case.
"Timothy York..."
In the darkness, Summer Thorne couldn't see him, but she could feel him completely.
She still hadn't fully processed what was happening.
'Why is this different from the other day?'
'Why could he control himself then, but today, he's like a completely different person?'
'No, that's not right...'
